Rise of the Runelords

The Amazing Adventures of Jakkwynbrakk, part VIII
From the journal of Jakkwynbrakk

30th day of Rova 4707, continued
After the fight we tried to figure out how to get to Nualia. The scholar had mentioned she was downstairs, but we had found no way to get down there except maybe the other staircase up on the ground floor. While the others tried to find a secret passage I studied an old crude wall painting depicting a giant goblin with snakelike eyes and taloned hands located in the center of Thistletop. I snapped out of it when Aran suddenly called out that he had found something. In the scholar’s room there was a secret door and a staircase leading down to a lower floor.

Down there we entered a tilted room illuminated by oil lamps. On either side there were two alcoves containing statues, all of them vandalized leaving what appared to be large claw marks. They were in the likeness of a robed man grasping a glaive and a book. The architectural style revealed that this is yet another place of runelord origin.

Aran decided to scout ahead, down the corridor, and ended up in devious trap! Portcullises slammed down in front and behind of him, and glaive wielding statues at the sides started swinging wildly at him with their weapons! He tried with the help of Grak to lift the heavy iron grille, but their attempts were in vain. Luckily Lyriana realized what kind of trap it was and called out to him to get off the floor. By leaving the pressure plate the trap eventually reset and Aran could roll away just in time to save himself! Afterwards Lyriana disarmed the trap and we could move on.

At the end of the corridor there was a statue, missing it’s upper half, and a door to the left and to the right. These heavy stone doors were covered in writing reminiscent of the varisian language. Leewald used a magic scroll to gain the ability to read the language. It mentioned another runelord, Karzoug, the paragon of generosity and/or greed. Leewald couldn’t make sense of that. But he seemed to have been a ruler or something. Before we proceeded I suggested that Lyriana should check for traps. Better safe than sorry right? She found none so we opened the door to the left…

…and walked into an ambush! Nualia, Orik and one of those flying demon dogs were ready for us! It was a tough fight, but we almost had them beat when suddenly Nualia cast a spell which covered the whole room in a thick mist. Aran call a retreat but I wasn’t about to leave Tama to face these monsters alone, so I snuck in there to empower him with my magic. However since the cowards ran away Tama was hard pressed defending himself and one of them got a lucky hit, downing him. There was nothing else I could do but to retreat. Grak may have expertly downed the dog, but I still didn’t like my chances alone in the mist. It stung to have Tama dismissed, it always does. The fact that he always return didn’t make me any less angry.

The rest hadn’t retreated far, they were waiting in the room with the statues. It was about as bad a spot as the last one we fought in. Our opponents took advantage of that, remaining in the mist and shooting arrows at us. Aran managed to get them to pull back though, using his seemingly endless supply of lamp oil! We pursued them when the fog lifted and walked into another ambush. Fang even died! But this time we meant business, and we took them down after another hard fight! Unfortunatly Nualia didn’t suffer the way she deserved. Leewald gave her a quick death despite my objections. He said something about saving Aran. Aran was fine! I had already saved him! Though I admit I felt some sympathy for her after reading her journal. Humans can be so cruel.

Orik surrendered when his employer died, and I had disarmed him, but Grak was out for blood! That mercenary had killed his pet! I wasn’t about to get in the way of Grak’s revenge and I even helped him a little. Lyriana didn’t like it and tried to intervene, unsuccessfully. Leewald made us come to our senses eventually though, and we took him prisoner. Where was that sensability a moment ago when he killed Nualia?!

We interrogated Orik, but that didn’t give us much. Nualia’s journal was all the more enlightening. She had lived a shitty life in Sandpoint, and the town apparantly had itself to blame for this mess. Father Sir has some answering to do when we get back! He’s lucky he’s a man of the cloth! Other than that, Malfeshnekor is descibed as a “monsterous goblin-wolf”. So either we have conflicting information or this demon is a shapechanger. I’ll willing to bet it’s the latter.

Oh, and the journal also mentions the Sihedron Medallion, an item given to her by the leader of the Skinsaw Cult. I’m assuming this is the very same medallion we found in Nualia’s possession. When studying the item I noticed that it was the focus of an ongoing scrying effect. Presumably we are being watched by the cult, or worse, by something even more powerful affiliated with the cult. I told the others about the scrying effect, but they didn’t seem overly concerned. I may have to look into this on my own, since I dare not enquire about the cult when close to that medallion.

As I write this entry we are setting up camp up in the courtyard again. Tomorrow we are going to investigate the rest of this place, in case Malfeshnekor is actually real. And who knows, maybe there’s more loot to be had as well! Grak would prefer to leave immediatly, but I’m not leaving until I know what that stupid key is for!

The Amazing Adventures of Jakkwynbrakk, part VII
From the journal of Jakkwynbrakk

30th day of Rova 4707
Lyriana is alive! What a relief! She caught up with us just as we broke camp. Gave us quite the scare too, as we all thought our enemies had found us! She had apparantly lost conciousness and washed up on a beach somewhere. When she came to she tried to find us as fast she could. After we had told her our story and presented her to Shadowmist we continued on, down one of the stairs leading to the floor below.

Downstairs we found a simple war room, complete with a chalkboard depicting the same attack plan we found in Tsuto’s journal. In an adjacent room we stumbled across a scholar who made a feeble attempt to defend herself. It wasn’t hard for us to subdue her, and we got a few answers during our interrogation before Aran suddenly snapped her neck! That man is volatile! I’m starting to feel slightly uneasy around him. Anyways, from what we learned my hunch about Nualia having been disposed of recently was wrong. According to the scholar she was still down in the lower chambers with Bruthazmus. However I’m pretty sure we killed the bugbear already so is she there alone (and what freaked out Leewald so)? Has she summoned Malfeshnekor yet? We also learned that the aforenamed is a barghest, a demon with canine features. We should probably be prepared for the worst, that we’ll have to fight the barghest as well. As I suspected Nualia was doing this at Lamashtu’s behest.

Further in on this floor we found a shrine dedicated to Lamashtu. The shrine was guarded by two flying demon dogs who let out bays that struck fear in my heart. This is starting to become a problem! Am I not cut out for the adventuring business? Do I need a magical item to aid me? I thought this was my destiny! Luckily the other’s stood firm and could dispose of the monsters. As we continued exploring the floor we encountered Bruthazmus and a group for scantily clad goblin women. Tama made short work of him. Maybe Shalelu isn’t as good a ranger as I had previously thought? Just before we encountered the bugbear Aran went berserk again, killing litters of goblin children. This didn’t faze me though. I’ve learned the hard way how evil goblins are. Can’t let the demeanour of their young fool you, evil is in their nature.

Beyond the goblin nursery we found the sleeping quarters belonging to the non-goblins. Unfortunatly we didn’t find much of interest there, but on the opposite side from the sleeping quarters there was an archaeologic dig. Exploring those tunnels we happened accross the most formidable foe we’ve encountered down here, some kind of aberration lurking among the stalactites in the ceiling of a cave. After it had grabbed Lyriana I tried fruitlessly to get it down from there and had to shift focus to getting her down instead. I did manage with that though! After that it was a war of attrition where we were on the losing side, until Lyriana finally managed to drag it down! On the floor it was helpless, and we finished it off quickly!

The Amazing Adventures of Jakkwynbrakk, part VI
From the journal of Jakkwynbrakk

29th day of Rova 4707, continued
Oh no! Lyriana is gone! She lost her footing while saving Aran and she fell into the abyss! We were all powerless to help her as she plummeted and was swallowed by the sea far below. I’ll recount her act of heroism to all her friends and family back in town! Maybe even capture it in a painting! But I digress, there’ll be time for that, and mourning of course, after we are done in this goblin infested fortress. Where’s that shrine anyways? Down one of those staircases? Tsuto’s journal speak of the lower chambers.

Anyways, Grak managed to get back to my side of the chasm while Aran was able to get to the other. Quite the feat with that heavy armor! From there he was able to repair the rope bridge while Tama and Fang kept the goblin riders at bay. I did my part of course, by providing suppressing fire so that the goblins in the tower wouldn’t shoot at Aran! Grak helped as well. Tama fought valiantly against overwhelming numbers, but eventually fell and was almost dismissed to his home plane! But who was there to save his furry behind? It was I, Jakkwynbrakk, who healed him back from the brink of dismissal! I believe Leewald helped as well. Good man that that Leewald! When we were all on the same side of that bridge we could easily turn the tide of battle and win.

Unfortunatly the goblins had had time to close and bolt the gate. Tama told me earlier that it was ajar, and that he wanted to get in and keep it that way, but I told him to protect Aran rather than hold the gate. While it was a small setback to be locked out, I still think it was the right call. Aran wouldn’t have seen those goblin riders comming as he was on his belly fixing the bridge! So now we had to find another way in. After a lap around the fortress we decided to try to scale one of the towers. Tama complained about being carried, but I would have nothing of that! He can be such a prima donna sometimes!

When inside we moved systematically through the fortress killing what goblins we found. Aran seemed enthusiastic to kick down doors and slay goblins, and his enthusiasm was contagious! Both him and Grak insisted on collecting ears, dispite me advising them to do that after we’ve secured the fort. Who knows when Nualia is done with that ritual, or what would happen to Sandpoint. I’m betting it won’t be pretty! Speaking of which, could the holy symbol belong to Nualia? If so why would she leave it behind? The three-eyed jackal is a symbol of Lamashtu. It makes some sense that she’s mixed up with the mother of all monsters with that monsterous transformation and all. Perhaps my enquiries about tieflings was for nought and that Tsuto didn’t write about a mother in the traditional sense. I have no idea how she can have fallen so if this is all true. Hope we get some answers before this is all over!

In a courtyard like place inside the fortress we found a boarded up door with an angry horse behind it! And no wonder he was angry! Left to die in that small room! I showed Grak some tricks, and together with Aran we calmed the horse enough so that it wouldn’t attack us! It turns out the horse was nice enough. The two of us had a chat. His name was Shadowmist and he had lost his master. He really hated goblins and promised to lead us into battle! However at that moment he was too busy to eat up Aran’s rations to even notice us leave. On the southern wall a pair of large black wings were pinned to the wall. That was odd to say the least. I didn’t think of this before, but if I had to name one person associated with this place that might have wings it would be Nualia. A holy symbol left behind, wings pinned to the wall, a horse with a master who recently died. Did they turn on Nualia? Is Nualia dead? Are we perhaps too late to stop the ritual?

Eventually we found chief Ripnugget himself in his throne room, so to say. The chief told Leewald to speak on the groups behalf. I’m not going to lie, I was a little disappointed. I’m a seasoned goblin mediator! He must have not seen me behind the tall folk. So instead I snuck to a place where I could see better and let Leewald do the talking. He didn’t do bad! He did make the chief confirm that Nualia still goes by that name. I thought she had shed everything from her old life, including her name! The parley didn’t last for long though! Goblins decending from the rafters! Those sneaky backstabbing goblins! The chief jumped up on his giant gecko and started darting through the room, bringing pain in his wake. Aran found this extremely funny. I might have told him to loosen up a little, but this was not what I meant! It was a hard fight, as usual it seems, but again we were triumphant. Thanks mostly to Tama. I have to give him most credit for this one! Though I did fill in as healer when Leewald got trampled half to death by a gecko! I’ve got to admit, that was a little funny!

Ater the battle we decided that a rest was long overdue. We looted what useful and valuable items we could find, blocked all exits from the lower level and set up camp in the courtyard to keep an eye on hour new friend, Shadowmist. Hopefully tomorrow we can get to the bottom with what’s going on!

The Amazing Adventures of Jakkwynbrakk, part V
From the journal of Jakkwynbrakk

28th day of Rova 4707, continued
After the battle, Aran and I took some time to examine the orange pool up on the dais. The pool simmered and emitted a strong necromantic aura. I couldn’t quite figure out the spell used, but what I had learned from Tama was enough to piece it all together. Blood goes in and a demon goes out. Blood magic! Absolutely fascinating! I collected a sample of the orange liquid in a vial I got from Lyriana so that maybe we could get it identified later. Aran took our curiosity one step further though. Despite me advising against it he pricked himself and shed some blood upon the surface. The liquid started to seethe violently and a demon threw itself out of the pool! One after another the demons spawned and we faced one of our toughest challenges yet. Surviving Aran’s foolhardiness! Tama and I overcame this challenge though, with a little help from our companions! Afterwards the pool was calm and the necromantic aura much dimmer.

We left the main chamber after a quick look around, and after Leewald had copied some of that spiky writing which could be found on the walls. But before we got out the temple suddenly shook. It was so sudden that I almost lost my footing! For a brief moment I could see glowing runes along the side of the wall before they faded into nothingness. Luckily there were no more tremors and we could leave the caves with no further incidents.

Back in town we all went to the cathedral before everyone scattered. We told them about the pool, figuring the clerics would be interested in cleansing it. They said they would have a look and we suggested they bring some guards with them just in case. All had left but Leewald when I asked Father Sir some more questions about Nualia. As expected, Nualia’s body had never been found. Everyone had just assumed she died in that fire five years ago. Also, as I thought, the fire had originated near or from the cathedral. I had suspected this since back when I learned that Nualia still was alive. I’m almost certain Nualia started that fire! But if it was on purpose on not I do not know. Not yet anyways. Maybe I’ll ask her! I also enquired about her former suitor, Delek Viskanta, thinking that maybe it could be useful if we wanted to resolve this without bloodshed. The young varisian was long gone though.

That evening I studied the book we found down in the temple, the one written in abyssal. It was a prayerbook dedicated to Lamashtu, emphasizing on the greatness of her monsterous children. Might come in handy later! Suddenly I was interrupted by Lyriana, who expressed her worry about the impending goblin attack. The others were already at the table. Where did they come from? Anyways, Lyriana suggested asking Tsuto when the attack would take place, which I thought was a great idea. But as usual it had to be right away! No-nonsense! But even though he swallowed my lies hook, line and sinker he still didn’t know exactly when the attack would take place. His guess would be in a few days up to a week, so at least we have a rough timetable!

We decided we would go to Thistletop as soon as we could, so that maybe we could stop the goblin attack altogether. It’s the only solid clue we got as to the whereabouts of Nualia, and there’s the freeing of Malfeshnekor which sounded bad as well.

29th day of Rova 4707
The next day we went to the Goblin Squash Stables. Grak and Aran had complained last night about how we hardly got any pay, and that we should pressure the mayor for some money. Lyriana didn’t think that would work, but she suggested Daviren Hosk’s stables for some extra money on the side. Hosk REALLY hate goblins and was willing to pay good money for any pair of goblin ears we brought back to him! I’m surprised him and Aran aren’t best of friends! We also went to the cathedral to buy some healing potions for our important quest to Thistletop.

Also before we left I wanted to ask the town’s scholars some questions about what we might be up against, and the rest were alright with this. We were in luck and found both Brodert Quink and Chask Hadlan at the Curious Goblin. Especially Sir Brodert, Sir Sage?, was a big help. He told us what he could about demons and their weaknesses. When on the subject of humans with both angelic and demonic heritage he told us about a pair of tieflings at Habe’s Sanatorium. Could Nualia’s mother have been a tiefling and could these people know about her? Unfortunatly he didn’t know anything about Malfeshnekor. He did however know alot of things about an ancient civilization known as the “Rune Lords”. It turns out the spiky writing we found was theirs. We also learned that the magical statue was in the likeness of Alaznist, representing the virtue of kindness. She was a rune lord ruler or something. Sir Sage also told us that the Old Light once was a giant weapon that could breath fire for miles and miles! Very intriguing! However we really had to go.

A few hours later we arrived at Nettlewood and it was so overgrown that it was impossible to bring the horses with us. So we left them at what I hope is a safe place. I sure hope there are no worgs in these parts! We made good time with the rangers showing the way, even though the tall folks had some issues moving through the thicket. After some time we found a big gaping hole in the ground with goblin tracks around it. Aran and I thought we should investigate so Aran took off his armor, fastened a knotted rope and began the descent. Down there he was attacked…by something. I didn’t want to get too far from Tama, but Leewald and Lyriana went down as fast as they could to aid him. At some point the creature roared and sent the usually brave Grak crawling away in panic! It must have been magical somehow. When things calmed down and Grak had returned we went down to see what the hold up was. They were merely searching through the lair looking for items of interest, some of which I found with my detect magic! The creature itself was a…brown-furred seal?

Further into the woods we happened upon a camp of unsuspecting goblins which we finished off quickly. Grak even complimented me on a shot I made with my crossbow! High praise comming from such an accomplished marksman! Afterwards we cut off their ears and Aran was in an unusually good mood. He even gave me a few pointers on how to do it properly! Even further into the woods we were ambushed by a goblin druid and an assortment of animals. The druid was really powerful. He controlled the very forest around him and could throw fire! Oh, and he had a flaming sword! Tama took care of him though! Bit off his hand and his throat! But part of the rope bridge collapsed! And the tall folks were in mortal danger dangling over an abyss!

The Amazing Adventures of Jakkwynbrakk, part IV
From the journal of Jakkwynbrakk

27th day of Rova 4707, continued
We found Ameiko in a storage room nearby, bound and seriously injured. But at least she was alive! She was quickly released from her bonds, and Leewald offered her a healing potion for her injuries. It turns out Tsuto had lured her there to save her from the impending attack. He wanted to win her over, but Ameiko would have none of that so she had to be subdued. Despite all that happened she was still concerned about her brother’s wellbeing!

After our brief chat Ameiko wanted to make sure that her father was alright. We told her it could be dangerous and that one of us should come with her, which she accepted without a fuss. No one volunteered though! No one but the gentleman Jakkwynbrakk that is! It was probably for the best, but I worried that my companions would be lost without me. So I gave them strict instructions before I left in an attempt to avoid that.

Ameiko was horrified when she saw what had happened to the glassworks and it’s workers, and I tried to console her as best I could. I tried to get her to leave, since I hadn’t expected Mr Geezer to actually be there. But this was one of the rare occations when I was wrong. We found Lonjiku on the floor, trapped in glass. Poor man had died a painful death. Ameiko decided to return to the Rusty Dragon and we met Lyriana as she was handing over Tsuto to the guards. Had she really left those three alone without supervision?! She asked Ameiko to keep quiet about tonight’s tragedy and Ameiko agreed to this before she left.

Apparantly Grak had found a hidden passage while we were gone, and we decided to explore those tunnels while we had the element of surprise on our side. We found the actual smugglers tunnel entrance, leading out to the northern beach where the junkyard is at. So that’s what the goblins were doing there! The tunnel also split into two, one leading to a dead end and one leading to a cave complex. There we found a demon that we killed without too much trouble!

We entered an ancient building, possibly a temple, and there we found a red marble statue armed with a fine looking ranseur. Lyriana tought it might be a goddess or something. At any rate I figured it might be important so I grabbed my sketch book and started sketching, all the while trying to keep Aran away from the ranseaur. He had already snagged the weapon before I was done and had led the others into a bigger room to the north. What an impatient man! Anyways, I entered the room just in time to see Aran getting dragged over the edge of a wooden walkway down into the room below! Luckily Leewald saved his neck with some quick thinking, using that quicksand spell! We faced merely two of those demon spawns, but we were all quite drained after our fight with Tsuto and the goblins so we took a beating. After the battle I suggested a tactical retreat and we left quickly, the unconcious Aran slumped over Grak’s shoulder!

We went straight to the cathedral to get Aran patched up. The clerics there were happy to help us, and even helped us identify a magical ring we confiscated from Tsuto! I tried showing my sketch to Father Sir, but he didn’t know which goddess it was. The rest had the nerve to claim that I had gotten the sketch wrong, but I know the truth!

Afterwards we stopped by the garrison to see if we could get some answers out of Tsuto. Lyriana and Grak employed a rough interrogation technique since he refused to speak a word. We even had to send after Father Sir to get him healed up! Tsuto also seized the opportunity one of those time to snatch Father Sir’s dagger to try to end his own miserable life! He failed though, and I got an idea. When the rest had left I tried to get Tsuto to trust me by claiming to be a sleeper agent for his mistress. This is an ongoing process, and thanks to Lyriana’s help I believe he now mostly trust me. Still haven’t gotten any real information out of it though. We could stage an escape, but is that really such a good idea? Do I really want to be alone with that murderer?

28th day of Rova 4707
We returned down to the underground temple the next day, Aran and Grak reeking of alcohol! We passed by the red marble statue and it had changed appearance! It’s magic was too subtle for me to detect, but it’s clearly a magical statue. The rest disagreed, but who’s really the perceptive one among us? That’s right, it’s me, Jakkwynbrakk! We continued on, killing a puking goblin and setting zombies on fire with lamp oil before arriving at a wierd magical room with an assortment of magical items floating in the air! Leewald salvaged them using a piece of string and magic! Oh, and we also found a room with old scrolls written in an ancient “spiky” language no one recognized.

Eventually we made our way to what might be the main chamber in that temple. The walls had the same ancient language that we had found on the scrolls. Tama set off like a projectile after he saw something and others followed his example. It was a tough fight but we persevered! The little demon went stright for the biggest threat, unleashing her powerful anti gnome magicks against me! The rest managed without me though. Lyriana ended it all by squeezing the lifeforce out of that little demon under the surface of that pool of water! Badass!

28th of Rova, 4707
From the Journal of Lyriana

I’ve been left in charge of the town’s security since the Sheriff left. I am both honored and terrified by this opportunity. I’ve only done a few minor cases since Chopper, and I have no experience in administrative affairs. The stress is phenomenal. How does the Sheriff handle this?

The day after the Sheriff left, Ameiko’s servant woke me early, saying her mistress had disappeared. From a note left in her room, we were able to track her movements to the Glassworks, but unfortunately we were too late for the majority of those there. Tsuto, Ameiko’s half-elf half-brother, had taken a band of goblins through the tunnels under the Glassworks and tortured and killed the workers, including his own “father”.

We found Ameiko, battered and beaten, in a storage room on the lower level. We dispatched the goblins and took Tsuto into custody. Ameiko is bravely holding on and has agreed to keep quiet about the events until we can find out more.

Tsuto refuses to speak. From a journal we located, we can tell he is working with Nualia Tobyn, who we thought was dead. She was the daughter of the former priest, who died in the fire. His was the body stolen from the tomb earlier this week. In the drawings, it appears Nualia is transforming into some kind of demon. What plans she has for Sandpoint after this transformation, I dread to fathom.

Jak, smart man that he is, has managed to convince Tsuto he is a sleeper agent for his beautiful Nualia, and Tsuto appears to be buying it. He has yet to reveal Nualia’s location, but we suspect based on the journal it is somewhere near Thistletop.

We cleared out the tunnels below the Glassworks and posted guards. One particularly vicious creature was this tiny fey woman with a painful dagger the size of a large syringe. She kept harassing us so with her magic and her dagger that I finally seized the bitch and drowned her in a pool of filth.

Badly bruised, we headed back to town for a much needed rest and recuperation.

Guarding the Community
From the Journal of Leewald Brightspark 26th-28th of Rova, 4707

Sandpoint seems to be in a tough spot. Not only did it suffer a large raid during the festival, news from a local tracker claims a goblin uprising is occurring around it. After three painfully slow weeks before the festival just to see the new church, maybe I’ve found a place where I can do some good. After the family… Well no use dwelling on that. But, I should probably start from the beginning. A few days after the festival the Sandpoint sheriff sought us out at the Rusty Dragon. Apparently a local tracker named Shalelu had made an unexpected return to town to warn them of uprising and cooperation between the goblin clans. According to her all five clans in the area took part in the raid on the festival, something that Grak confirmed, obviously annoyed with himself for not figuring it out earlier. The Sheriff, a Shoanti man named Belor, explained that he was understaffed to protect the town from that many goblins, and therefore needed to go to Magnimar for reinforcements. So he wanted to leave Lyriana in charge of town security.

Since Lyriana was more than willing to accept this responsibility, we spent the night that the junkyard. The sheriff wanted us to take part in the patrols around town and be seen. To bolster morale you see, something that was running low in town since the raid. But the half elf thought this was a better idea, so we spent the night listening to the sounds of the sea water and all the creatures that hunt the shadows at night. No sight nor sound of a goblin though.

Later that day, after far too little sleep I was woken by an angry banging on the door somewhere in the Inn. This turned out to be the maid of the Rusty Dragon begging us to track down the owner who hadn’t been seen since last night. The maid had found a letter indicating that Ameiko, a woman of Tian decent, had gone to The Glassworks last night to talk to her brother.

The Glassworks is a large building at the edge of town near the water, housing both the shop and the workshop, and it makes some of the best glass in the world. When we got there all the windows had been covered with cloth. I and Lyriana attempted to peek through but it turned out the cloth was too securely fastened for my spells to move them. We split up and searched the outside of the building and found another door. Outside the door was this beautiful old boat, and while I was examining the boat the others moved in to The Glassworks and attacked a pack of goblins. From this point my memory is a little fuzzy, maybe I’m not all that used to combat yet. But I think a furious battle on the upper levels of The Glassworks turned into a chase to the lower levels, where we eventually had to fight Tsuto, Ameiko’s brother. We also found Ameiko hogtied and unconscious in a storage room in the lower levels along with an entrance to what looked like a tunnel complex underneath Sandpoint.

From Tsuto’s Journal we learned that he had been working with both the goblins, a local bugbear, some quasits and what appears to be the presumed dead daughter of the previous high priest. From what we can tell the goal of this unholy alliance is to burn the town to the ground.

Having sorted through the mess at The Glassworks we decided to explore the tunnels. While down there Grak managed to find a secret door into a hidden cave in the cliff face beneath the junkyard. This open sided cave led off into a couple of different tunnels one of which took us down into a stone structure older than anything I’ve ever heard off in any campfire story. And most of Ardi’s stories got really old really fast. The place was either guarded by or home to some unnatural and hideous creature that I’ve never seen before. We made short work of it but I think it’s bite is venomous.

We found a statue down there that makes me think Jakk perhaps has a thing for humans. He just wouldn’t stop staring at it even though it was as terrifying as any statue I’ve ever seen. Then again seeing the drawing he made of it maybe the fumes from the glassworks have gone to his head.

As we ventured deeper into the structure we found some kind of prison. It was a large room with several little cells in it, with the wooden platform at the mouth of the tunnel we came from and wooden stairs leading down to the floor of the prison. Lurking underneath this wooden structure was two more of the creatures we had fought earlier. Aran took a heavy beating killing these and the day ended with Grak carrying him Topside.

With a round of healing up at the new church and a good nights sleep you would have thought we were ready to get back down into the tunnels. But the others wanted to interrogate Tsuto so I took the opportunity to do some shopping. I found some surgeons tools that I hope I won’t have to use too much. But with five goblin clans, a bugbear, traitorous townsfolk and various evil outsiders looking to burn Sandpoint to the ground, I doubt there’s much chance of that.

Lyriana and Jakk are working hard at extracting information out of Tsuto, they spent several hours on it earlier today while I travelled around on my new riding dog looking for surgeons tools. She’s a big red thing that I really should have a name for by now, but it just isn’t coming to me. Anyway when I got back to the Inn, I met up with Jakk, and we headed off to the glassworks. Via the barracks of course. He had more tricks to pull on Tsuto. Grak and Aran however were so shaken from yesterday that they spent the entire morning marinating themselves with liquid courage. I’m not sure how much coaxing Lyriana had to do but they did eventually show up.

So down we went. We searched through the old prison finding very little of interest, and a smaller adjoining room with several deformed skeletons in it. This place is covered in some spiky script that none of us are able to identify. You can see worn remnants of it on the walls. Perhaps I got a little bit too involved in the mysteries of this place seeing as how my group left me in the room and found another goblin to fight. Then again maybe my halfling luck saved me as that thing started vomiting over everything. When the first thing you see of a fight is a cloud of vomit you’re kind of glad you were left behind.

This is also where we found a near dozen trapped zombies. I’m not sure how they came to be but we destroyed them on general principle.

Next was this spherical room with black shadows and floating rats and maggots, completely normal when you’re adventuring you see. I managed to use my haunting deficient to lasso a bunch of stuff out of that room, it’s always nice when that thing’s an asset.

After that we spent what felt like hours tracking back and forth in the tunnels looking for the next place to go. During that we found this disgusting flying head thing that almost charmed that the entire party. I skewered that thing on a spear for all the trouble he cost us. Somewhere around here is also when Aran got so thirsty that he started sampling the local wells. I guess he managed enough courage while we were in town, though I’m not sure he how he still could be thirsty after that.

Back and forth we went, to dead ends at the top of stairs, dead ends at the bottom of stairs, dead ends at the end of tunnels to a dead stop in front of a large stone door. At this point our wits were so dead ended that we couldn’t figure out who or how to open the door. Eventually we did figure it out, though perhaps it would’ve been better if we didn’t.

The final event this day took place inside that room. A huge and drawn out fight with a quasit and a horde of her summoned minions. I mean we fought snakes and dogs and more creatures and this itty bitty little flying thing that was almost impossible to kill. At the end Lyriana had to drown it to kill it. An impressively epic move you see, though it did nearly killed her. Come to think of it, she nearly died twice that fight. Actually everyone was pretty epic that fight, except me and Jakk. I only helped Aran land this huge hit with his hammer and Jakk was chasing the pets around the tunnels. In the end though all that matters is that Sandpoint is safe, who did what is not really important.

The Amazing Adventures of Jakkwynbrakk, part III
From the journal of Jakkwynbrakk

26th day of Rova 4707
This morning we were summoned to the Mayor’s office by Sir Sheriff. The reason was for us to speak to Miss Shalelu who had returned early. Sir Sheriff, that perpetual pessimist, figured this could only mean bad news! Turned out he was right though. Miss Shalulu had returned to Sandpoint after noticing something disturbing. The band of pillaging goblins she had slain in the south consisted of goblins from every tribe! The goblins are cooperating! Miss Shalelu told us what she knew about the different tribes, which wasn’t as much as I had hoped for. She also told us about Bruthazmus, a bugbear who seemed to get along with all the goblin tribes. I astutely told her that Bruthazmus might have had a hand in uniting the tribes, and she agreed! We also told her about the “secret mission” and the tracks leading away from the boneyard, and she eventually left to try to track them down. Will she put our rangers to shame? Only time will tell!

Sir Doom and Gloom on the other hand figured he should go Magnimar to get reinforcements for when the goblins inevitably attack again. We were all deputized and left in charge of the town in his absence! But before he left as well, Aran advised him to speak to Sir Foxglove at the Rusty Dragon. His connections in Magnimar could prove very useful he said, very astutely. With Sir Sheriff gone we all looked to Lyriana for leadership, and she quickly came up with a plan. We would patrol the streets by day and try to overhear the goblin scavengers below Junker’s Edge by night! Unfortunetly the goblins never showed.

27th day of Rova 4707
The next morning we were woken up by the maid, who was worried about her “mistress” Ameiko! She showed us a letter from Ameiko’s brother Tsuto. According to the letter she was asked to meet him in the Glassworks at midnight and tell no one about it. He claimed that Lonjiku might have had something to do with the goblins, and more!

We went to the Glassworks to make sure Ameiko was alright. Immediatly we noticed something odd, all the windows were covered by heavy curtains. Lyriana confirmed that there definetly was something odd going on! Aran found a double door more or less on the opposite side of the building which he thought was a good entry point. Leewald tried the secret knock after we realized the doors were locked, but no one answered the door. So Lyriana picked the lock and we all went in!

The place had been completly trashed! Broken tools and shattered glass everywhere! The poor workers had been purposely covered from head to toe with broken glass! Morbid form of artistic expression? Lyriana charged in first and was swarmed by goblins! She fought valiantly but soon fell unconcious to the ground. Luckily Tama drove them off so that Leewald could heal her up! We quickly searched the glassworks to see if we had chased away all the goblins and we found a staircase leading down into darkness.

Down there the corridor split into two and Grak snuck away to the left to scout ahead. This is when Tama spotted goblins in the other direction! Combat started, and behind the line of goblins was a half-elf taking pot shots at us with his bow! We broke through the line of goblins and engaged the half-elf in melee! Grak and Fang had managed to flank him from the other side. But the half-elf wouldn’t go down easy with his martial arts! Fang went down first and Aran took a beating! When we almost had him he tumbled away and took down Grak as well with some lightning fast precision attacks! Grak looked half dead, but as the tough guy he is shugged it off as a flesh wound!

This was when a goblin snuck up behind me! Only my keen awareness saved me from dying right there! I withdrew and warned my companions, and this was when I saw it! Leewald used the very same spell that had been used again that monsterous boar the other day. That prankster! Who knew he had it in him? I like it! Anyways, a bolt right between the eyes from my crossbow took care of that pesky goblin. As for the half-elf, Tsuto, he was taken care of by Tama (well done!) so that Leewald could see to our wounds. I also told him to try to stabilize that scumbag Tsuto so we could question him later! Now we just had to find Ameiko!

The Amazing Adventures of Jakkwynbrakk, part II
From the journal of Jakkwynbrakk

24th day of Rova 4707, continued
After some deliberation we decided to head back to town so that we could better prepare for our journey to Mosswood. We even talked about renting a boat to get us there! I’ve only travelled by boat once, but I would have loved to do it again! Tama wouldn’t have loved it all that much though. But before we could get through with it we were sidetracked.

Back in town we tried to find an expert on the local goblin tribes. That was easier said than done! Everyone claimed that Miss Shalelu, a local ranger, was the only real expert on the subject. Problem was that she hardly ever came to town and since she had visited recently she wasn’t really expected for another month. Ms Ameiko, her closest friend, never listened to her friend while she raved on about goblins, so she was no help. Sir Sheriff was of no help either and he cautioned us to stay in town to keep the townfolks from panicking. A very sensible man that Sir Sheriff, so we agreed to postpone our excursion at least until the day after. We also got some funding for our investigation which was nice!

In the afternoon we got a hold on Sir Foxglove to ask him about the reward. It turned out he wanted to treat us with a hunt! I was a little disappointed of course, but he assured me more was to come! Since the hunt was scheduled so soon I was a little hesitant about going. I mean I wouldn’t want the town to be in a state of panic with me gone, and we did need to go to Mosswood. But I was so curious about the reward that I went along with the idea. Besides, it could be exciting! But before we parted I asked if I could interest Sir Foxglove in a sketch. The sketch was so good that he payed a fortune for it! Maestro would be so proud I think! With some of the aquired gold I bought that crossbow I’ve always wanted. I even got a discount from the nice lady! I think I’ve begone to make a name for myself in this town and this is only the beginning!

25th day of Rova 4707
The day of the Great Hunt! We gathered just before noon to start our little hunting trip to Tickwood. But before we could leave we had to get mounts for my companions. How embarassing! I could have taken advantage of the situation, but of course I did not. He has been nothing but kind to me. I think he’s like me in many ways, misunderstood and trying to make friends in this world of consequences. Anyways, I kept myself busy examining the grisly, but fascinating, decor of the stables.

When we finally got to Tickwood Grak’thraal was put in charge of the hunt, with Aran assisting. With their combined experience and skill we were soon hot on the trail of a gigantic wild boar! We were just about to catch up when Sir Foxglove thought it was time for a picnic! Boo! Just when it was getting exciting! Each of us got a pouch full of gold though, so all was forgiven!

It didn’t take us long to find the boar after the picnic. Grak’thraal set it all up. The plan was for him to get the boar to charge right for Sir Foxglove so that he in turn could skewer it on his spear. It was working perfectly! I held my breath as the monsterous boar charged right towards Sir Foxglove and his spear! But suddenly something interfered! The very ground under it turned to quicksand and the boar turned belly up! As it got up and started thrashing everyone had recovered from the initial shock and started attacking the beast! I think I provided the kill shot, and Leewald agreed! In turn I agreed with him that this was Sir Foxglove’s day and that he should have the honor! So I humoured him and provided a sketch to celebrate with feat! As for the spell, I suspect it was cast by a playful fae.

Back in town we all celebrated at the Rusty Dragon! Poor Sir Foxglove couldn’t hold his liquor so he left before Ameiko had time to prepare the boar for the feast! The food turned out great, but the evening ended on a sour note after Lonjiku Kaijitsu crashed the party. The old geezer was rude against both Ameiko and Lyriana! Aran let him know he had overstayed his welcome by punching him in the face. I love that guy! Poor Ameiko though, her father’s words seem to have really hurt her.


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